Chapter 11 10. Sticking pole

When Qiu Xiaohan woke up, he saw Li Zunwu holding Qiu Daxue's little feet, tears streaming down his face. Li Zunwu choked up and explained: "Go to my bed and look for "Hanshan Old Man's Sleepwalking Collection". People cry to death." Qiu Daxue kicked around in fright, and Li Zunwu turned her wrist and grabbed her foot back. Feet like a newborn kitten, martial arts are irresistible.Li Zunwu bowed his head, not daring to look at Qiu Xiaohan, he couldn't let go.In order to protect her sister, she should be furious and bite and beat herself, right? Like a criminal parading through the streets, he hangs his head, ready to be scolded.But something got into her bosom and stuck to her heart—the sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored hair was her head.

In ten seconds, Qiu Xiaohan's cheek left.She was facing Li Zunwu, sitting in a dignified posture, with the oppressive feeling of a master. She stretched out her right hand, put it on Li Zunwu's shoulder, and patted it one after another.It is a strange rhythm, and earthquakes and tsunamis can also be settled. Like unlocking, Li Zunwu's fingers loosened. When Qiu Xiaohan was five years old, he was still a child, so he liked children.A foot-long baby is fatally attractive to her, always begging adults to give her a hug. Babies often cry like lunatics, and she knows that if she pats her in the rhythm of her heartbeat, she will stop crying.

In the days that followed, Li Zunwu lay between the two women like a baby.Even for a man who has been abstinent for many years, the smell of a woman is the most familiar thing to him, and it is the first thing he perceives at birth. Grief and loss of will, just want to be at the mercy of others.Lying on the woman's bed, there was a resistance of self-esteem at first, but I still lay down.Unwilling to decide anything, unwilling to move. I once wanted to read "Hanshan Old Man's Sleepwalking Collection", maybe there is a way to save myself in the book, but the will to live is so insignificant compared to the will to die.He didn't have many literacy books, and he was too tired to read even with guesswork. After thinking about it, he gave up.

There was an evil thought, thinking of the kiln sister in Baoding Mansion, the only woman he had ever experienced.Her nipples were as black as cinders, and she made the bed like a butchered pig, but...she was so good that I wanted to redeem her out of the brothel and fuck her all day until she died. Why not?Because martial arts is a better thing, his life was left to die in the martial arts arena.Like cutting off an enemy's weapon, he warned himself that women are nothing special. Sleeping and waking up, waking up and sleeping again, the hand that patted the shoulder was always there.A woman's body has no temptation for him, it just needs that hand.

I don't know how long I slept, maybe a few days, maybe years.The hand on the shoulder stopped, Li Zunwu opened his eyes, and saw that the room was full of people. It was a villager with a hoe, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding, and he became blind when the wound was a little bit off.The village chief was sitting on the ground, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.The handkerchief was oozing with blood, red as a June cherry. In the first reaction, Li Zunwu was thinking of Kuang Enrao and Ye Qudrill, their eyes must not miss... There were no two of them in the room, and a sharp shout came from outside: "Open the door!"

The door was blocked by the villagers, and the sound quality of the caller seemed to be heard.After sleeping for a long time, his brain was like a blunt knife. Li Zunwu couldn't remember who it was, and he couldn't sit up from between the two women. Liver broke the door.The five villagers at the top gate were stabbed in the calf and jumped away like toads. The door was slammed open, and a bamboo pole flashed into view.it knocked open?It should be a wooden stake with both arms clasped together to hit that force. The bamboo poles are as slender as a woman's finger, four and a half meters long, too long for a mosquito net, and too weak for drying clothes, and are used for sticking cicadas in summer.The tip of the pole is not sticky rice dough, but the tip of the spear.

The tip of the spear is half a foot long, four-edged, and stained with blood.Everyone's eye injuries were caused by it. In the courtyard stood a group of people wearing Tibetan robes, all holding bamboo poles.The person in the center has no pole in his hand. He is tall, with broad shoulders and a long belly. He has the air of a high-ranking official. Li Zunwu sat up, but his legs were like cotton, and he couldn't get out of bed. Cui Xigui took out a pocket watch with a gold-plated chain, and shouted, "I'll be in the house after I shake it ten times!" The pocket watch slowly swayed, flashing a strange arc.

The villagers retreated to the bedside, raised their hoes layer by layer, and unanimously spoke out. After lunch today, there was the sound of fighting in the village. Qiu Xiaohan didn't expect to kill him in front of the bed, let alone Qiu Daxue would say: "Village chief, did you treat the boxer too meanly before and provoked revenge? Hurry up and admit your mistake, at this time Don't be stingy, pay more money to others." The village chief turned his face away, extremely angry: "They want him!" Pointing to Li Zunwu, he withdrew his hand to wipe away the blood that was oozing from the corner of his eyes, and his usual slippery tone changed to the majesty of a high monk, and he recited in a low voice: "Nan Wu Huai Xia La , Manaya, Stud."

The villagers in the room recited accordingly, neatly and solemnly, like a well-trained regiment.On the eve of the decisive battle, collective chanting of mantras—this was the situation in the military camps of the Tang Dynasty, and it was gradually abolished in the Northern Song Dynasty. The one who recites is the mantra of Bishamon. Bishamon is the king of Tota, the god of war in the Tang Dynasty. A tent will be set up in the barracks for his statue.Qi Jiguang, a famous general of the Ming Dynasty, was a descendant of a family of generals. Knowing this tradition, it is said that during the Anti-Japanese War, the Qi family army resumed the worship of Bishamon.

The pocket watch turned ten times. Cui Xigui walked to the door: "Don't bow your head when things happen, admiration! Li Zunwu, they don't understand, you should understand, what I brought is the person at the sticky pole." Where is the sticky pole?Isn't it dead? More than a hundred years ago, during the Yongzheng Dynasty, sticking poles was equivalent to ghosts from hell.The sticking pole was originally a handyman establishment of the palace and palace, serving the royal teenagers to play, sticking cicadas, fishing, and cricket fighting. When Yongzheng was a prince, in order to compete with his brothers for the throne, he turned the sticky office of his house into a spy organization to facilitate secret operations.After ascending to the throne, he assassinated the anti-Qing literati who hid in the monastery at the sticky pole, and banned folk training.

Shaved to become a monk is a living space for dissidents.Below the county level, the people are allowed to take care of themselves, and every township and place has private armed forces for self-protection.Stop at the gate of the temple and the lower limit of governance is the county——a two-thousand-year administrative tradition, the check and balance point between government power and folk livelihood, once the sticky pole comes out, it will be destroyed. There is an alias known to the common people at the sticky pole - Xuedizi.The common people stick to know that ordinary dough is used on the top of the bamboo pole, and the sticky pole is made of imperial rice—the red glutinous rice specially provided by the royal family. After Qianlong came to power, he changed many of Yongzheng's policies, including abandoning sticky poles and dispatching old spies to work as farmers in Lingshan, a hundred miles away from Beijing. There will be no more blood in the world. Cui Xigui's complexion was sallow, swollen and out of shape. Last time we met, he had a square and fair face.Thinking about making a comeback will always make people ugly. Cui Xigui: "The sticky pole has been held in the mountains for more than a hundred years, and the craftsmanship of the descendants is not as good as that of the ancestors." Li Zunwu: "The craftsmanship in the world is always inferior to one generation." Cui Xigui: "You have been in this village for so long, but you don't see anything strange about the people in this village?" Li Zunwu: "Northern Prime Minister of the South, descendant of the Corps." Cui Xigui: "Sight! They are the descendants of the Qi family army in the Ming Dynasty. Qi Jiguang came to Beijing to take charge of the Great Wall defense after he wiped out the Japanese pirates in Fujian. He thought the northern soldiers were slippery and lazy, so he transferred 3,000 southern soldiers. The ancestral home of this village is Yiwu, Zhejiang. .” After Li Zunwu answered a few sentences, he couldn't bear the sadness any longer, and his joints ached all over his body. Cui Xigui: "Well, one generation is always worse than the next generation. Yiwu has been fighting for more than 200 years, and the sticky pole has been for more than 100 years. Who do you think is worse?" Two lines of tears slid down, Li Zunwu was dumbfounded, without the will to wipe them away. Cui Xigui didn't notice it, immersed in his own style, as if returning to the palace: "There is nothing to fight, right? Village chief, rest. Respect my brother, come with me, I will never lose to you!" The village chief: "Are you guilty of saying this? You told me that you are going to hand him over to foreigners." Cui Xigui's face was black, and his female voice was prominent: "The queen mother negotiated peace with foreigners, and the Russians and French wanted his head. Respect my brother, the city of Beijing is broken, and you are famous for attacking foreign soldiers. Fame is a bad thing." Two hundred years have passed, and the village head, who has been tainted with northern oiliness, still has the straightness of Yiwu soldiers in his bones.The first condition for Qi Jiguang's selection of soldiers is honesty, and the second condition is that he is not afraid of bureaucrats.If you are afraid of officials, you must not be brave, whether you are a rebel or a law enforcement officer. Village head: "This man is a righteous man, I want to protect him." Cui Xigui: "The housekeeping skill at the sticking pole is two feet away. This technique is used to poke the eyes, and one poke is accurate. Just now, the corners of your eyes were bleeding, why didn't you understand?" The village head: "We are the ones chosen by General Qi, and we enshrine King Bishamon, so we can't be subdued." He took a breath, "Even if this becomes a blind village, so what? The next generation of children is born with the same eyes. bright." Cui Xigui's voice was close to tears, and it was unspeakably terrifying: "I threw the concubine Zhen into the well—the emperor's women dare to kill, I am cruel."